I think my neighbors must hate me.  They HAVE to.  Here’s why:

-When I get new music I ONLY listen to the new music.  On repeat.  While singing.

-When I get drunk alone I sing ballads in my bathroom full volume.

-A few weeks ago there was a fire in my kitchen so they evacuated the building for an hour and everyone had to sit outside and the whole building smelled like burnt rubber.

-I have puked on the steps outside the front entrance.  (Don’t think anyone saw me.)

-Last night, my friend puked in front of my door.  Both of my neighbors saw this.  Thankfully her puke was a pretty shade of red due to sangria and strawberry jelly.  Unfortunately, I didn’t have my apartment keys and therefore had no access to cleaning supplies. Then while we were waiting outside for my roommate to come home with the keys, my friend passed out in front of the entrance and I had to politely asked anyone entering the building to step over her.

They totally hate me.  Although I do provide quite a bit of gossip for all the old women in the building.  I believe I am now known as that drunk girl with the drunk friends who almost set the whole building on fire.